(2014)
#Life #Love #Myth
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like